"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Lihua gasped hard with beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her tears were continuously falling as sharp bouts of pain clutched her from within.
"Lihua!" Wei ran to her side and held her side. "Lihua…"
"Wei…" her tearful eyes begged him. "It really hurts…"
Wei wanted to do something to relieve the pain from her, but he was helpless. He shot a murderous glare at Bojing. "Do something. Lihua is in pain."
Bojing, who was crying himself, sniffled. "B-But I cannot do anything, Mr. Jiang. Labor pain is normal, and we cannot do anything about it."
His expression was turning uglier. "You mean -"
"Ahhhhhh!"
Lihua's loud shriek broke their conversation, and she grabbed his hand tighter. "Wei…!"
Wei immediately brought his attention back to his wife. "Lihua, I am here. Don't worry."
Mingshen, who just entered, sneered. "Get out, Mafia King. You will only be a bother."
